I pray that God will grant me the serenity to accept the things I can't change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to hide the bodies of the people I killed because they were annoying.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

I spoke too soon. Like, real soon; because things have been spiraling down since last week.

But of course, I am talking about work.

The first time i heard the news, I was totally upset. I felt like sporting a hole on the wall. I acted a little moronic (to my interpretation; but nobody was hurt physically) and ended up having to apologize to a colleague.

Yup. I shot the messenger. Guilty as charged.

I am still thinking about the news to this very day but I have accepted the fact that feeling bitter will only pull me down further.

So I decided to be happy and let nature takes its course. I believe in karma. I believe in the wheel of life - what goes around, comes around and the whole junk.

Luckily, work has been very demanding that I rarely had time to socialize with my friends over lunch. Work has been keeping me busy and I prefer it like that.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

I have tried it; hence the statement above. I'd like to give it many more tries, though.

A few days ago, I attempted just that. Surprisingly, it was not as hard as i remember it to be.It started good and then, as if jealous of the peachy progress, i went downhill with an annoying email. I let myself to frown upon it for a little bit and then forced myself to drop it.

It worked like magic!

I have never tried this before - how silly of me! Oh, never mind. We erred and we learned. That's the way; that's life.

I thought that day was rather productive. I managed to get heaps of things done; crossing them off my to-do list and adding more to keep me busy though the days to come.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

I saw a Korean variety show on tv a few days back. It was all laughs but something a contestant said caught my attention. I couldn't remember the exact words but it was something like this:

When you bad-mouth your spouse, it's like talking bad about yourself. It's because you chose your spouse and he/she is the reflection of you and our choices.

Something along that line.

I couldn't agree more.

I have met people who talked about their spouses like they were mortal enemies. I can understand that sometimes things weren't that rosy and you'd want to vent about it. I can also understand that sometimes a person teased and joked about their partners.

I don't however, think it's alright to constantly bad-mouth your spouse to other people. It's not a nice thing to do and to listen to.

I personally think it's only right for us to uphold our spouses' dignity. Ours as well. Literally.

After all, a relationship is about tolerating the good, the bad and the in between. If that is non-existent, then you might want to consider getting out of that particular bond.

Life is short. We might be dead tomorrow. Why dwell on hate when you can be happy?

Thursday, February 09, 2012

More often than not, we desire of things that we do not have. In some extreme occasions, we would love to have the things that we just couldn't have. It's just how humans are.

While wanting and waiting for those wishes to come true, we almost always forget to be thankful for what we already have. Taking things for granted is also an unfortunate trait of us humans.

Like i mentioned, i am not yet a Cullen (though i much prefer being nipped by the werewolf Jacob Black), hence am not ashamed to admit that i was one of those people who wanted something so bad that i forgot to be thankful and literally lost what i already have.

I have been saying over and over, about a gazillion times, how much i wanted a ginger cat. I was always on the lookout for strays, adoption channels and such, until our neighbor kindly gave us a ginger kitten from their litter.

I was ecstatic beyond words. God finally answered my prayer and granted us with Owen. A couple of months after that, i lost Kechik - my 13 year old cat whom i loved to bits. I have had him since he was 3 months old. He was adopted from a shelter while i was still studying in Rhode Island and i had saved enough money to bring him back with me to my homeland. My mom made a racket about spending that much to bring a cat home but she also knew that i can be very stubborn when it comes to doing what i want.

If man has trophy wives; i have the trophy cat.

He was the perfect cat in my eyes; regal, loyal and doted on me and only me. Others find him intimidating mainly because of his size and he had really, really sharp claws. That much i knew because he would knead on my head practically every night. I loved him a lot but sometimes i think he was just torturing me with his so-called act of kindness. To others, he's a fierce cat but to me, he's just mellow Kechik which melted in my arms and slept with me at night.

We did everything we could think of to find him; we did flyers, scouted around the neighborhood and spread the words in the virtual world. He was no where to be found.

I still miss him, to this very day. I think about him most of the time and i looked at his pictures as much as i can.

Indeed, i have what i wished for and i love Owen a lot; but it came with a heavy price-tag.

Wednesday, February 08, 2012

Two short months but it feels like forever; especially when i am doing things that i am starting to abhor. A total lot.

I have all these ideas in my head but i worry too much about a lot of things. I wanted to be ready when i start this. I want to be prepared and have alternatives lined up when things do not go the way i wanted them to.

I wish i could stop worrying too much and stop trying to control things that i could not.